Behind the tombstone is the tomb, and the finger bones are slender and fair.

The hand quickly grabbed the mouth of the jar of wine that had been opened and shrank behind the tombstone.

However, his hand was fast, and Shangguan Qianyu's movements were even slower. He just stretched out his hand and pressed the wine jar and pressed it on the ground.

The hand dared not snatch it hard. If it was snatch it hard, and if it fought against each other, the first one would be the wine jar. If the wine jar was injured, the wine would spill.

Shangguan Qianyu said, "You haven't come out yet?"

A head that can be seen from behind the tombstone is stretched out.

Then, Xuyun's young and handsome face, who was just like a fireworks, did not look like a monk at all.

The tombstone is wide, and if he is behind the tombstone, it will be difficult to see if he doesn't pay attention. When he meets a timid, he may even think that he has met a ghost crawling out of the grave.

But Shangguan Qianyu didn't think so.

He brought these two jars of wine, which was not without purpose. In other words, his original purpose was to use these two jars of wine to attract Xuyun's monk who was addicted to alcohol.

Xuyun sniffed his nose and smelled the fragrance of the wine, saying with a pity: "It's a waste to pour such a good wine on the ground!"

He refers to the three cups that fell in front of the grave when the memorial service was just celebrated.

Shangguan Qianyu glanced at him coldly and said, "If you want to drink, please answer my two questions!"

Xu Yun said alertly: "I want to drink wine, but I may not answer the questions!"

Shangguan Qianyu looked at him and said, "It's okay, I won't answer the question. So, how about a jar of wine and another ritual?"

"Journal of the Dharma? Whose Dharma ritual?" Xu Yun turned around and looked around.

Shangguan Qianyu said, "Of course it's Yan Qingrui's. Today is her seventh day. You said before that you can't stop the spirit, set up a sacrifice, or enter the temple. Now it's been seventh forty-nine days. You can always do a ritual to save the dead souls, right?"

Xuyun almost jumped up from the ground and pointed to his nose and said, "What did you say? Do rituals? Do you ask me to do rituals? Which eye does your mind tell that a monk like me will do ordinary rituals?"

Shangguan Qianyu said lightly: "This is not an ordinary ritual!"

Xuyun looked at the wine jar, then the tomb, then Shangguan Qianyu, and turned his head and said, "It's not that I don't do rituals, she can't bear it. Are you trying to ask for peace and peace in the ground?"

Shangguan Qianyu was stunned and said, "What do you mean?"

Xuyun rolled her eyes: "Private!"

Shangguan Qianyu was speechless. He wanted Xuyun to do a ritual for Yan Qingrui, but part of it was for his own peace of mind. If Xuyun said that it would make her restless underground, he would naturally not persist.

He originally wanted to do something for her, but he didn't expect that he couldn't.

He let go of his hand, and Xuyun immediately picked up the jar of wine, as if he was afraid that Shangguan Qianyu would repent, so he gently pressed his feet, and the man had already left far away.

Shangguan Qianyu: "..."

He knew that as long as he was in fine wine and at the foot of Shuowang Mountain, he would definitely attract Monk Xuyun to come. Now that Xuyun has left, Shangguan Qianyu doesn't care. There is still a jar of wine, and he slowly pours and drinks it by himself.

The surroundings were very quiet, and his heart was so calm that he had no thoughts.

In fact, since the first seventh year, he has been here a few times later, but he won’t feel like this this time.
Chapter completed!